Three Years Wasted, I Married Mr·right Novels & Stories

“This marriage is a contract, and it will always be. I agreed to help you. Don’t let me regret helping you. Marrying you is my gain, and don’t let me regret doing this with you, okay?” My face flushes with embarrassment, but I still need to push further. “I know, and I am sorry. I understand it’s a contract. I just think living with a grown man under one roof won’t really... really make sense. Perhaps we could... I think we could make it... work. Yes, we could make it work.” “Make what work? You better stop dreaming. I told you about this. There’s nothing to work about. You are here to play your part after I have paid the bills. Don’t imagine what will not happen. Don’t, don’t think about th

"It was wrong of me, Ella. I made a huge mistake. I was always true to you in the past four years, but I was too materialistic. I shouldn't have looked down on you because I thought you were just an ordinary woman. Let's get married, alright?" I looked down at him coldly. "It's too late, Grayson. I'm already married to Edwin." "You're lying!" Grayson said through clenched teeth. "Even if you did grow up with him, you lost contact for four years, and he only just returned from overseas. How could your relationship develop so fast?"

“It’s just are you sure that you are ok Kennedie I mean, if it’s too much staying with Mr. Knight you can stay with me until you find your feet” I smiled at him “I’m fine Marvin, but Mr. Knight is rich s I have no problems with living with him… I mean the luxury is a great bonus considering my shitty situation” “I can’t believe that you were married” he said. Now it was my turn to raise my voice “once again Marvin it was only two weeks!” He smirked “still counts though Madam” I was one small step away from choking the life out of this annoying little shithead, consequences be damned.

Ava said, trying to fight her own emotions and tears that were already at her eyelids waiting to grace her face again. “I'm just 18 and you want me married?” Ava asked. “That's it Ava, you keep thinking you are little!” Mrs Sarah said, while she readjusted on the mattress she sat. “Go prepare for school, you are getting married to Ryan and that's final.” Mrs. Sarah added while she moved into the bathroom. Sluggishly Ava walked out the door leaving the room, her mom's words repeating in her brain. Thoughts running down her mind, ‘who is Ryan and why was she getting married to him’ she knows her mother was the devil but this was just too much.

I pouted. He laughed. “I love you, Mrs. Lexi Ann Sandoval.” “I love you, Mr. Chase Grey Sandoval.” We sealed our love with a kiss under the rain. This isn’t the end of our story—it’s a brand-new chapter, and we’ll face it together. First love never dies, indeed. Mr. and Mrs. Sandoval are now signing off. And our contractual marriage? Officially null and void. But the marriage of love? That one’s valid forever.

The man who could show warmth and desire to a stranger yet only coldness to his wife. There was no escape from the truth. I was married to a man who would never love me. Who would never even try to love me. And I was flying toward a beautiful prison where I would spend the next weeks pretending that everything was fine.

I sat at my office desk, feeling utterly tired and drained. Only a few minutes remained before closing time, and I couldn’t wait for the day to be over. As soon as the clock struck, I signed out quickly and drove straight home without stopping anywhere. When I reached, I unlocked the door, and it clicked open. While I stepped inside the house, I had just gotten married three months ago, after being dumped by my ex, who said she was no longer interested in me.

People are going to declare me a lunatic. I still cannot wrap around the fact of how my marriage turned out to be. My brain darted back to memories buried deep inside me, the memories which are way too painful for me. I still remember how happy I was that I was finally getting the boy of my dreams. How inaccurate I was! My 3 years of being married to Anthony was a terrible time in my life. He never acknowledged me as his wife disrespected me at every turn and preferred Chanel over me. But now I am back in time I am not wasting another two years on Anthony.

Before she could finish, Richard grabbed her wrist. He held on tightly, his eyes lighting up. "Mari." Maria froze. "Richard, are you just pretending to be sick?" Cameron snapped. "You just said you were thirteen, and now you're calling Maria your wife. Did you get married and have kids at thirteen?" "What are you talking about? I'm twenty-four!" Richard pulled Maria into his arms and smiled. "I just married Mari and brought her home." From his tone, it sounded like he remembered what had happened when he was twenty-four.

Just an offer. I nodded, not trusting my voice. What would I even say? Thank you for marrying me on ten minutes’ notice? Sorry for using you as a replacement groom? I’m not having a breakdown, I promise? The drive to Alexander’s villa was quiet. I kept checking my phone, some masochistic part of me expecting Miles to call, to text, to realize what he’d done and what I’d done in response. But there was nothing. Absolute silence from the man who’d just abandoned me at the altar for the third time. He was probably still with Valeria, tending to whatever manufactured crisis she’d created this time, completely unaware that his fiancée had become someone else’s wife.